As he drove up the Street, he glanced across at the Page house. Sidney was
there on the doorstep, talking to a tall man who stood below and looked up
at her. Wilson settled his tie, in the darkness. Sidney was a mighty
pretty girl. The June night was in his blood. He was sorry he had not
kissed Carlotta good-night. He rather thought, now he looked back, she had
expected it.
As he got out of his car at the curb, a young man who had been standing in
the shadow of the tree-box moved quickly away.
Wilson smiled after him in the darkness.
"That you, Joe?" he called.
But the boy went on.